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此付近 by sunnywinds*

A boy who, drunk with the perfume of elder blossoms
And the massivenss of moonrise, stood
In a lone lane, […]
In a rage of joy, to seize, and squeeze, significance from,
What life is, whatever it is.

Robert Penn Warren, from “Rumor at Twilight,” Altitudes and Extensions: 1980-1984 in New and Selected Poems 1923-1985 (Random House,1985)